"We both have our secrets it seems; and you shall tell me yours to-morrow.

Will yours let you sleep ?" "I think so, Miss Isabel.

I am so tired--and so clean--and this bed is so soft--" I stretched out my arms luxuriously, and almost before I knew it she was bending to kiss me, and they were about her neck.
Her hair fell over me in a shower and in the shade of it she laughed happily, kissing me by the ear and whispering, "I have my happy secret, too!" She straightened herself up, tossed back the dark locks with curved sweep of arm and wrist, and moved to the door.
"Good night, Harry Revel!" A bird was cheeping in the jasmine bush when I dropped asleep, and when I awoke he was cheeping there still.

Of my dreams I only remember that they ended in a vague sense of discomfort, somehow arising from a vision of Mr.Rogers in the act of throwing bread at the swans, and of the hen bird's flurry as she paddled away.

But the sound which I took for the splashing of water came in fact from the rings of the window curtain, which Miss Isabel was drawing to shut out the high morning sun.
She heard me stir and faced about, with her hand yet on the curtain.
"Awake ?" she cried, and laughed.